Grow Little Chickens Grow, Grow!!

I can’t believe I’m actually saying this- but I enjoy helping Em with her chickens.

📸 credit: Kerry

If you remember, I have had a longtime phobia of poultry (complete story here ) so the fact that I’m able to wade through 60,000 birds at a time without heart-attacking is shocking in itself.

And the fact that I actually am enjoying it- will miracles ever cease?!

The Weavers got birds earlier this week, so in the early mornings you’ll catch me in my chicken boots, walking through the flock- keeping an eye out for birds who are sick, or injured, or that have passed away.

(Farmer Em here tending her flock)

As I amble along, I beat on a bucket to keep the little rascals out from under my feet. Or I shout encouraging things to get them to move (“Outa my way, chicken nuggets!” seems to get the desired results) and occasionally I’ll burst forth in song- that really makes them scatter.

Years ago we had a 6 year old Fresh Air boy from NYC and my parents taught him this inspirational children’s song:

Sing little children, Sing, Sing

Sing little children, Sing!

God is good- He cares for you,

Sing little children, Sing!

(Damon and I in 1987)

Apparently Damon really got into this song and before they knew what had happened he even wrote his own verses “Burp little children Burp, Burp- God is good, He cares for you…”

Today, as I was marching along, my mind was racing as I prayed over different things that have been on my heart recently and suddenly I did like my friend Damon and my own verse to this song popped into my head:

“Grow Little Chickens, Grow, Grow!

Grow Little Chickens, Grow!

God is good He cares for You

Grow Little Chickens, Grow!”

And the lightbulb clicked on in my brain.

“Are not five [chickens] sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many [chickens].” Luke 12:6-7

I don’t know what’s heavy on your heart today- but I do know- the same God who watches and provides for the millions and millions of fowl around here, cares about me so specially He even number the hairs on my head.

I am chosen. I am loved. I am cared for.

God is good, He cares for ME!

Sing, Little Children, Sing!!!


Bonus Pics:

A continued sore throat has kept me away from my little friends- but at least my pic feed is adorable these days 💞 💞

I call this one “Mess with my Brother, and I’ll mess with your face” 😂😂💞💞: